Rivelata Batman Application
Sans formatting, of course.
PLAYER
NAME: suzu no hito
PERSONAL LJ: suzu-no-hito
EMAIL/MESSENGER(S): knightfall@sbcglobal.net
CHARACTER
NAME: Bruce Wayne (a.k.a. Batman)
FANDOM: DCAU (DC Animated Universe, including: Batman: the Animated Series, Batman/Superman Adventures, Justice League, and Justice League Unlimited)
TIMELINE PERIOD: Post “Destroyer” (JLU, episode 39, last ep)
BACKGROUND: Our story begins not with a man, but with a boy. Bruce Wayne, born to Doctor Thomas Wayne and his wife, Martha, was heir to the great Wayne legacy, living a pampered lifestyle with loving, kind parents.
Then, tragedy struck. Walking back from a rousing adventure film, the Waynes foolishly entered into a dark alleyway. For all their efforts, they would soon find, Gotham was still not a safe place, especially in the shadows.
A thief drew his gun, demanding of the Waynes all their valuables. Reports conflict on what exactly occurred next, but the end result was the same: young Bruce Wayne saw his parents gunned down by the mugger.
After that, the young Wayne heir disappeared from sight and, without the wealth and influence of his parents, Gotham soon fell to crime, corruption, and darkness, becoming a tarnished gem of sin and decadence.
Upon his return years later, Bruce Wayne seemed much changed. No longer the sad, terrified boy of his youth, the young Wayne had appeared to have coped with his parent’s death… or was dealing with it by indulging his every whim and using his very impressive fortune to do it. Leaving the running of Wayne Enterprises by and large to the executives and only meddling on rare occasion, Bruce Wayne, the young prince of Gotham, proceeded to quickly show himself to be an amiable, womanizing, shameless playboy.
However, that face which he showed to the world was nothing but a lie. Bruce Wayne had spent those years away not traveling the world to escape Gotham, but to learn. Martial arts, science, forensics, criminal psychology, stealth, escape artistry, even thievery… anything that would assist him in learning the methods of criminals and the fighting of crime, he mastered with fevered obsession bordering on madness. Pushing his body and mind to their limits and beyond, Bruce Wayne had forged the beginnings of one of the most legendary heroes ever to walk the Earth: The Batman.
A wraith in the night, a wrathful spirit of justice and vengeance, the Batman descended on Gotham soundlessly, striking fear into the hearts of criminals across the dark, corrupt city, his drive allowing him to perform almost superhuman feats and his wealth allowing him access to a fearsome arsenal of gadgets and devices for every situation imaginable. Identity hidden behind a mask as black as the heart of Gotham itself, foppish façade cast aside, the Batman quickly became renowned in Gotham, a legendary boogie man to the criminal element, and a bearer of hope and justice for a better Gotham to the downtrodden. Though a single man standing against the rising darkness, again and again Batman has beaten back that darkness, refusing to surrender his city to crime and chaos even against the most impossible odds.
Over time, he faced countless foes, his own presence seeming to draw the most insane, cunning, and powerful criminals to him, drawing him into personal combat again and again. Though some battles he lost, the Dark Knight continued to press onward, surviving every challenge his enemies would throw at him.
Eventually, however, the paragon of humanity was called on to face foes yet more mighty, threats yet more encompassing, and, in so doing, he encountered some of the most powerful beings in the world, such heroic luminaries as Superman, the Flash, and Wonder Woman, and joined their ranks, becoming one of the founding members of the Justice League. Though lacking any superpowers of his own, again and again the Batman proved to be among the most valuable of the Justice League’s assets, his brilliant mind and unwavering determination unsurpassed even by his compatriots.
SAMPLES
THIRD PERSON: With a crash and a shower of glass, darkness descends on them, landing in their midst, black cloak wrapped around him. For a second, they all hesitate, fear locking them in place as fear incarnate glares at them from within his sable cowl. That second is all he needs.
Bursting into action, his cape flies back and with a cast of his hand, he throws three batarangs, striking his targets in their temples and knocking them out before they can even start to doge. Expression grim, he surges forward as they raise their guns, calculating reaction time, where they’ll aim, and how easy they’ll be to take down all with a single glance. Just as they level their guns at him, he pounces, leaping into the air and soaring over them, crouching as he lands, and sweeping his leg in the same fluid motion with which he lands, sending his opponents tumbling to the ground. As he rises he kicks away their guns before disabling both with swift blows as they scramble to get away from him.
Five down. One to go.
“Well done, Batsy.”
The Detective readies himself as mocking claps echo through the room. That playful, grating voice holds in it a barely perceptible edge of cold deadliness. Most would only hear in it the laugh, the insanity that makes him so easy for the other heroes to dismiss. But he hears so much more. Rage. Nihilism. Id. And, more than anything else, the screams of every victim, every life he couldn’t save from this monster.
The Dark Knight turns to face his greatest foe, greeted with a view of a wide, maniacal smile that never quite reaches the dead eyes above it. Never. His only response to the Clown Prince of Crime is a gravelly growl as he launches himself into motion.
“Joker.”
FIRST PERSON: It’s 8 am. Two hours past dawn. I still can’t sleep. There was another break from Arkham at 11:26 pm last night. Two-Face. Joker. Clayface. Killer Croc. Clayface is still on the loose. The others will be on the loose again within a week.
Twenty-three. Between the four of them, they killed twenty-three people before the night was out. They’ll identify more before noon. And there’ll be more dead by tomorrow night because I couldn’t find Clayface.
There are always more.
The others… Clark, Diana, all of them… It’s easier for them. They understand the value of life. They’re horrified at the thought of killing someone. But they don’t understand. Every one of those lives wasn’t just a loss to that person. They left behind fathers, mothers, wives, husbands… and children. Every night, I promise myself that I won’t let one more child in Gotham go through losing their parents. Every night, I fail.
It’s 8:05 am. I still can’t sleep.
PLAYER
NAME: suzu no hito
PERSONAL LJ: suzu-no-hito
EMAIL/MESSENGER(S): knightfall@sbcglobal.net
CHARACTER
NAME: Bruce Wayne (a.k.a. Batman)
FANDOM: DCAU (DC Animated Universe, including: Batman: the Animated Series, Batman/Superman Adventures, Justice League, and Justice League Unlimited)
TIMELINE PERIOD: Post “Destroyer” (JLU, episode 39, last ep)
BACKGROUND: Our story begins not with a man, but with a boy. Bruce Wayne, born to Doctor Thomas Wayne and his wife, Martha, was heir to the great Wayne legacy, living a pampered lifestyle with loving, kind parents.
Then, tragedy struck. Walking back from a rousing adventure film, the Waynes foolishly entered into a dark alleyway. For all their efforts, they would soon find, Gotham was still not a safe place, especially in the shadows.
A thief drew his gun, demanding of the Waynes all their valuables. Reports conflict on what exactly occurred next, but the end result was the same: young Bruce Wayne saw his parents gunned down by the mugger.
After that, the young Wayne heir disappeared from sight and, without the wealth and influence of his parents, Gotham soon fell to crime, corruption, and darkness, becoming a tarnished gem of sin and decadence.
Upon his return years later, Bruce Wayne seemed much changed. No longer the sad, terrified boy of his youth, the young Wayne had appeared to have coped with his parent’s death… or was dealing with it by indulging his every whim and using his very impressive fortune to do it. Leaving the running of Wayne Enterprises by and large to the executives and only meddling on rare occasion, Bruce Wayne, the young prince of Gotham, proceeded to quickly show himself to be an amiable, womanizing, shameless playboy.
However, that face which he showed to the world was nothing but a lie. Bruce Wayne had spent those years away not traveling the world to escape Gotham, but to learn. Martial arts, science, forensics, criminal psychology, stealth, escape artistry, even thievery… anything that would assist him in learning the methods of criminals and the fighting of crime, he mastered with fevered obsession bordering on madness. Pushing his body and mind to their limits and beyond, Bruce Wayne had forged the beginnings of one of the most legendary heroes ever to walk the Earth: The Batman.
A wraith in the night, a wrathful spirit of justice and vengeance, the Batman descended on Gotham soundlessly, striking fear into the hearts of criminals across the dark, corrupt city, his drive allowing him to perform almost superhuman feats and his wealth allowing him access to a fearsome arsenal of gadgets and devices for every situation imaginable. Identity hidden behind a mask as black as the heart of Gotham itself, foppish façade cast aside, the Batman quickly became renowned in Gotham, a legendary boogie man to the criminal element, and a bearer of hope and justice for a better Gotham to the downtrodden. Though a single man standing against the rising darkness, again and again Batman has beaten back that darkness, refusing to surrender his city to crime and chaos even against the most impossible odds.
Over time, he faced countless foes, his own presence seeming to draw the most insane, cunning, and powerful criminals to him, drawing him into personal combat again and again. Though some battles he lost, the Dark Knight continued to press onward, surviving every challenge his enemies would throw at him.
Eventually, however, the paragon of humanity was called on to face foes yet more mighty, threats yet more encompassing, and, in so doing, he encountered some of the most powerful beings in the world, such heroic luminaries as Superman, the Flash, and Wonder Woman, and joined their ranks, becoming one of the founding members of the Justice League. Though lacking any superpowers of his own, again and again the Batman proved to be among the most valuable of the Justice League’s assets, his brilliant mind and unwavering determination unsurpassed even by his compatriots.
SAMPLES
THIRD PERSON: With a crash and a shower of glass, darkness descends on them, landing in their midst, black cloak wrapped around him. For a second, they all hesitate, fear locking them in place as fear incarnate glares at them from within his sable cowl. That second is all he needs.
Bursting into action, his cape flies back and with a cast of his hand, he throws three batarangs, striking his targets in their temples and knocking them out before they can even start to doge. Expression grim, he surges forward as they raise their guns, calculating reaction time, where they’ll aim, and how easy they’ll be to take down all with a single glance. Just as they level their guns at him, he pounces, leaping into the air and soaring over them, crouching as he lands, and sweeping his leg in the same fluid motion with which he lands, sending his opponents tumbling to the ground. As he rises he kicks away their guns before disabling both with swift blows as they scramble to get away from him.
Five down. One to go.
“Well done, Batsy.”
The Detective readies himself as mocking claps echo through the room. That playful, grating voice holds in it a barely perceptible edge of cold deadliness. Most would only hear in it the laugh, the insanity that makes him so easy for the other heroes to dismiss. But he hears so much more. Rage. Nihilism. Id. And, more than anything else, the screams of every victim, every life he couldn’t save from this monster.
The Dark Knight turns to face his greatest foe, greeted with a view of a wide, maniacal smile that never quite reaches the dead eyes above it. Never. His only response to the Clown Prince of Crime is a gravelly growl as he launches himself into motion.
“Joker.”
FIRST PERSON: It’s 8 am. Two hours past dawn. I still can’t sleep. There was another break from Arkham at 11:26 pm last night. Two-Face. Joker. Clayface. Killer Croc. Clayface is still on the loose. The others will be on the loose again within a week.
Twenty-three. Between the four of them, they killed twenty-three people before the night was out. They’ll identify more before noon. And there’ll be more dead by tomorrow night because I couldn’t find Clayface.
There are always more.
The others… Clark, Diana, all of them… It’s easier for them. They understand the value of life. They’re horrified at the thought of killing someone. But they don’t understand. Every one of those lives wasn’t just a loss to that person. They left behind fathers, mothers, wives, husbands… and children. Every night, I promise myself that I won’t let one more child in Gotham go through losing their parents. Every night, I fail.
It’s 8:05 am. I still can’t sleep.